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Coop checked his phone. He hadn’t heard from Nellie since they’d exchanged Nevers that morning. He read her text again: Never have I ever ... invited a guy to meet my parents.
Was that about to change?
He was just about to send her a text when the newest temp receptionist called him over.
She handed him a slip of paper. “Someone called for you. Asked me to give you a message.” She pointed at the paper. “This hotel. Tonight at six. Dress Casual.”
“Did they give their name?” He figured it must’ve been Nellie, but why wouldn’t she have just called or texted him directly?
“No, but they said something about meeting the family. Does that help?”
He nodded. It didn’t matter what number she’d used. Nellie wanted him to meet her family.
He buttoned up the shop, shutting everything down. At five, he was locking the door. That didn’t leave him much time to change and make it to the hotel. He called Nellie on his way home, but she didn’t answer.
When her voicemail picked up, he left a message. “Can’t wait to see you.”
He cursed under his breath sitting in traffic, frustrated that he’d likely be late. He turned off on the back roads, bypassing highways and making better time. When he got to the apartment, he swung into an empty parking space in front of his door and ran inside. Shedding his clothes as he ran to the shower, he thought about what to wear.
By the time he’d scrubbed off all the grease, it was five-forty. He needed to hurry. He threw on the same thing he’d worn dancing.
In the truck, he raced across town to the hotel, more than a little bit excited.